I've asked this question before, and never got an answer.
When I was in the police, we got a shout in King standing in Birmingham to a house where the neighbours were concerned they had not seen the bloke next door for two weeks. He was due a home help visit and would not answer the door.

So I broke the door open and found him toes up in the living room, where he had died in his armchair. Jesus the stink.
Anyhow he was a diabetic and had alzheimer's. My question is how did he know he was diabetic on days he was out of it. And the home help said he self medicated daily.
And do people with dementia remember they smoke?

I've asked this question before, and never got an answer.
When I was in the police, we got a shout in King standing in Birmingham to a house where the neighbours were concerned they had not seen the bloke next door for two weeks. He was due a home help visit and would not answer the door.

So I broke the door open and found him toes up in the living room, where he had died in his armchair. Jesus the stink.
Anyhow he was a diabetic and had alzheimer's. My question is how did he know he was diabetic on days he was out of it. And the home help said he self medicated daily.
And do people with dementia remember they smoke?

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I've asked this question before, and never got an answer.
When I was in the police, we got a shout in King standing in Birmingham to a house where the neighbours were concerned they had not seen the bloke next door for two weeks. He was due a home help visit and would not answer the door.

So I broke the door open and found him toes up in the living room, where he had died in his armchair. Jesus the stink.
Anyhow he was a diabetic and had alzheimer's. My question is how did he know he was diabetic on days he was out of it. And the home help said he self medicated daily.
And do people with dementia remember they smoke?

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Much more of this forum and I swear I'll be doing a cameo performance in Stirling's memoirs. 8O :cry: :cry: blue.

I've asked this question before, and never got an answer.
When I was in the police, we got a shout in King standing in Birmingham to a house where the neighbours were concerned they had not seen the bloke next door for two weeks. He was due a home help visit and would not answer the door.

So I broke the door open and found him toes up in the living room, where he had died in his armchair. Jesus the stink.
Anyhow he was a diabetic and had alzheimer's. My question is how did he know he was diabetic on days he was out of it. And the home help said he self medicated daily.
And do people with dementia remember they smoke?

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Much more of this forum and I swear I'll be doing a cameo performance in Stirling's memoirs. 8O :cry: :cry: blue.

I've asked this question before, and never got an answer.
When I was in the police, we got a shout in King standing in Birmingham to a house where the neighbours were concerned they had not seen the bloke next door for two weeks. He was due a home help visit and would not answer the door.

So I broke the door open and found him toes up in the living room, where he had died in his armchair. Jesus the stink.
Anyhow he was a diabetic and had alzheimer's. My question is how did he know he was diabetic on days he was out of it. And the home help said he self medicated daily.
And do people with dementia remember they smoke?

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Much more of this forum and I swear I'll be doing a cameo performance in Stirling's memoirs. 8O :cry: :cry: blue.

There's a theory doing the rounds that Alzheimers/Dementia are actually just a way that old 'uns get revenge on their kids after years and years and years of bank-rolling them, cooking for them, cleaning up after them and all the other stuff that gets done for them up to the age of about 30 these days. It's just a plot that was hatched by many pensioners over many years in many Rest-Homes.

Sounds like a good idea to me.

When they eventually get forced out of the house to stand on their own two feet and have to use a TomTom to find their way to the f***ing Dishwasher....it's time for dad to turn up at half one in the morning, naked save for a pair of unlaced steaming boots - get let in and wander round their house for bit.....take a dump on the sofa and wipe his arse on the next.co.uk curtains before shambling out to wait by the bus stop for a number 13 to his World War II Anti-aircraft gun emplacement whilst twirling his sons toaster round his head in a vain attempt to kill German snipers, muttering something along the lines of, "I used to be a Leading Stoker in the Royal Mail and I've got an atom bomb in my wardrobe! You stole my f***ing liquorice allsorts you bastard!"
(or mental ravings along similar lines).

Then throw next doors wheelie-bin through someones window and get a taxi home.